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“The iron hand it ain’t
no match for the iron rod
the strongest wall will crumble
and fall to a mighty God
for all those who have eyes
and all those who have ears
it is only He who can reduce me to tears
don’t you cry and don’t you die
and don’t you burn
for like a thief in the night
He’ll replace wrong with right
when He returns.

Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow
that it passes through
He unleashed His power
at an unknown hour that no one knew
how long can I listen to the lies of prejudice?
How long can I stay drunk
on fear out in the wilderness?
Can I cast it aside
all this loyalty and this pride?
Will I ever learn that there’ll be no peace
that the war won’t cease
until He returns?

Surrender your crown on this blood-stained ground
take off your mask
He sees your deeds
He knows your needs even before you ask
how long can you falsify and deny what is real?
How long can you hate yourself
for the weakness you conceal?
Of every earthly plan that be known to man
He is unconcerned
He’s got plans of His own to set up His throne
when He returns”.